Memories in and out of naps

[antiqrule1]

I'm feeling lonely. At the moment, I want what I used to have with John, way back when. Funny how memories become glorified so quickly. I happened upon some Black Friday pictures and recalled making fun of similar ones with John all those years back. I remember how cozy we made our house, how we walked around in slippers and pairs of his sweatpants. We made risotto and sat in the office, watching some television show or another. When it was bedtime, I'd nestle my shoulder under his arm and lay my head on his chest. He was so soft: He had that olive oil skin. I really loved him so much.

Too bad he fucked it all up. Fucking idiot.